“When feelings of inadequacy come creeping in, let’s park our minds in God’s truth.”

Nothing done with the focus on God is ever a waste of time.

We were made for more than compromise. We were made for God’s promises in every area of our lives.

My goal should never be to raise kids that make me look good. (Oh but how my flesh craves this!) My goal should be to raise kids who love God and spend their lives making His goodness known in their corner of the world.

What if God’s ‘NO,’ is really a gift? His way to protect us from what we cannot see, provide something better than we can imagine, or be part of the process of growing us closer to Him.

Don’t let the hurt of today blind you to the hope of tomorrow. Disappointment ushers in a new appointment.

Truth is the only healthy place from which to speak. Assumption is the birthplace of godless chatter.

Satan has no power over us except what we allow. Moment by moment, decision by decision, step by step – will we operate in God’s all powerful Truth or allow Satan to entangle us in his lies?

I was made for more than being stuck in a vicious cycle of defeat. I am not made to be a victim of my poor choices. I was made to be a victorious child of God.

Praying helps me see perspectives otherwise beyond me.

Don’t let people’s compliments go to your head and don’t let their criticisms go to your heart.

I so desperately want my words to be indicative of how deeply and completely I love my people.

No person, possession, profession, or position ever fills the cup of a wounded, empty heart. It’s an emptiness only God can fill.

Great love isn’t two people finding the perfect match in one another. Great love is two people making the choice to be a match.

There is power in simply speaking the name Jesus.

At the end of the day, honoring God leads to good things. Anything else leads to confusion, emotional exhaustion and a lack of good things.

Prayer does make a difference-a life-changing, mind-blowing, earth-rattling difference.

You can get used to anything if you have to, even feeling perpetually guilty.

I can feel hope beginning to sprout from all parts of me that were once punctured.

Until you lose your mother you don’t know what it is.

If you just want to feel my heart just put your hand on yours.

I have been whipped, as the saying is, but I am sure I can recover all the lost capital occasioned by that disaster; by only hanging a few moments by the neck; and I feel quite determined to make the utmost possible out of a defeat.

I feel more confident if my makeup looks good.

Luxury, to me, is not owning a lot of stuff. Luxury, to me, is feeling unrushed.

Envy is the last thing that my parents feel.